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Chapter 2
Socks

Elena

I was uncomfortable with him holding me naked. My body was manipulated in ways that made me feel un-pure; my own purity was ripped from my grasp like a little flower that was teared away by a big bully from a little girl. I wanted nothing but to tell Damon but it feared me to think that he would leave me for what has been done to my body.

"My girl." Damon whispered once again into my ear as he kissed just below the earlobe, the same place that I used to shudder in ecstasy.

"Da-day-Damon." I stutter, closing my eyes from the warmth that surrounded us. I could see the heat rise off the water and knew it would be a while until it cooled.

"I promise to kill whoever did this to you." I could hear the fragile hint in his voice, the same one that indicates anger and sadness. He would cry had his walls not been built up so high.

"Damon," There was a light knock on the door but it stayed shut for my sake.

"Yeah?" Damon replied, by now I knew the voice was Caroline's.

"Bring Elena downstairs when you want. Meredith is here so she wants to check up on her. We have a lot of blankets and hot water bags." She explains, I glance up at Damon with my possibly red eyes and nod that I wanted to get out.

"We'll be down soon." Damon dismisses, stroking a hand over my head and wiping some blood off with his thumb.

"Alright." Caroline says through the door, walking away with the quite pitter-patter of her feet.

Damon rose easily with me in his arms not even slipping due to the water. The cool air made me tremble even more, especially with my exposer and lack of clothing.

"Shh, I've got you." He says, wrapping a large fluffy towel around me and walking us into his room. I hold to his sopping wet shirt and indicate that I refuse to be released unless it means to be clothed.

"Shirt, pants, and underwear." Damon lists, opening drawers and pulling out select items.

"Socks." I inform him in my hoarse voice.

"Of course!" Damon says in a playful voice. I give a very weak smile as he sits me down on the bed and slides one of his boxers on me. It hangs from my hips opposed to fitting his thighs when he usually wears them. He slips some socks on after and then his large pajama pants that he pulls the drawstrings of. He makes a careful bow with the long string and then reaches for the shirt, which he pulls over me.

"Stay here for a moment." He whispers, running to his dresser again and changing his wet clothes into dry ones. "You still bleeding?" He asks me once he was changed and drying me hair with his towel.

"My stomach hurts." I say, cringing as the fabric of my shirt touches the wounds on my stomach.

"Meredith will have something." He says, dropping the towel to the ground and wrapping a blanket that sat on the foot of his bed around my shoulders. He takes my elbows and helps me rise onto my shaky feet. "Up you go." He says, scooping an arm under my legs and carrying me out of the room.

Damon

I could still feel her ice-cold skin through the large shirt of mine. Her lips were blue and as I put her socks on I noticed the black tips that formed on her toes. Frostbite nipped the sensitive skin on her fingertips and her ears were red.

"Put her here." Stefan said once we were in the living room with everyone else.

"I sat on the single chair by the fire and curled her up on my lap with the blanket. Bonnie and Jeremy placed hot water bottles between her arms and in her shirt based on Meredith's instructions. More blankets were piled on top of her and she was offered a mug of warm tea with a hint of drugs that would probably help with the pain.

"Hi Elena." Meredith said, sitting down in front of her and placing a tentative hand on her knee.

"Hi ." Elena said softly, tucking her small hands into one of my big ones and sniffling.

"Damon, Caroline, how was she when you found her?" Meredith asks, looking behind her back to the blonde who chewed at her nails.

"Well she looked like she swam out of the frozen lake. And she didn't fully get out because her feet were still dipped in the water. We don't know if she jumped-"

"I didn't jump." Elena snaps, I rub her back when I see tears come to her eyes.

"Well she was trembling and the ice scratched up her stomach. She was only wearing a sports bra and shorts." Caroline finished, huffing uncomfortably when Meredith looked to Elena again.

"Stefan, get me a warm wet cloth to clean way the blood." She instructed, Stefan gave a quaint nod and left the room momentarily. Meredith stood up once again and took Elena's chin in her hand. She examined the bump and pulled up a flashlight, which she shone in Elena's eyes.

"She may have a concussion, if she does sleep we have to wake her every hour."

"Her toes and finger tips were black." I say suddenly, Elena looks up to me in fear.

"Well she was in a hot bath for a while. The damage should be fixed, let me just wrap them up." I remove the blanket from Elena's feet and slip her right sock off first while Meredith searches for her gauze. Stefan hands her the hot towel, which she places on Elena's head and then gets to work covering each toe and finger.

"My stomach hurts a lot." Elena manages to say; Meredith nods in understanding as she beacons Matt to help her remove blankets. Bonnie sits up a little more and strains her head to catch a glimps, slowly everyone follows. I raise the shirt and reveal the cuts.

"Could be much worse. Nothing a little antibiotics and Band-Aids can't fix." Meredith cleans the wounds and wraps them; finally deciding that her head was also okay and just required some ointment.

"Thanks for everything, Mer." Stefan was at the door, opening it for the doctor to leave while I readjusted Elena on my lap.

"Are you still cold?" I ask her, tucking a blanket around her neck.

"Not really." She says sullenly, rubbing her head into the crook of my neck.

"Can I get you anything?" Bonnie asks, pointing to the kitchen.

"No thanks."

"Lena, you need to eat. Mer says you lost a l-"

"No thank you Stefan." Elena says a little more firmly.

"We were so worried about you." Matt says as he offers me the mug of tea, which I placed on Elena's lips and tipped into her mouth.

"I want to sleep, Damon." She says quietly after swallowing the tea and shifting a little.

"Okay, just close your eyes. I've got you." I promise her, placing the mug on the armrest and stroking her semi-wet hair back.

Elena

My head hurt a lot and the pain in my stomach only increased as each minute passed. It didn't feel right. The cuts weren't bothering me but my insides turned uncomfortably. It was not easy to say in words and I was too tired to explain to Damon the possible urgency. So instead, I lay in his arms and attempted to sleep while my friends quietly spoke about me.

"She was ice cold…"

"Maybe she did-"

"Don't get started with that again Care. You heard her say she didn't do it." Thanks Matt.

"Maybe Caroline has a point. She almost hurt herself after mom and dad and now Aunt Jenna. It maybe pushed her over the edge."

"Come on Jer, you know Elena wouldn't leave you." Bonnie says.

"Whatever it was, there must be a good reason. When she wants to talk, she'll talk." Stefan closes the conversation at that and asks about Alaric's where abouts.

"He went to tell the police that Elena has been found." Bonnie says. I turn slightly when my stomach tightens. Damon senses this and presses me closer to his hip.

"How'd you guys push through the smell of her blood?" Jeremy asks.

"It wasn't too noticeable, especially since we were so concerned about Elena that we just wanted to get her home." Caroline explains; Damon makes a noise of agreement.

"Bu-cket..." I mumble unintelligibly.

"What?" Damon asks me, taking my chin in his hands and tilting my head to face him.

"Bucket." I say again, clenching my eyes even tighter as I felt the bile rise in my throat. Before I could vomit all over the blankets, and myself a metal trash can was placed on my lap allowing me to sit up and release the non-existent contents of my stomach. I dry heaved a form of water. The burn in my throat grew and my stomach was tearing itself apart. Tears sprang into my eyes as gags teared through my body and I felt the need to pass out.

"It hurts. It hurts. Please make it stop!" I plead, shaking and sweating from this newfound body heat.

"I can't baby, just take deep breathes. I'm right here." Damon holds the back of my head and strokes the end of my hairline with his thumb. I pass out not a second later.

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-Valentina